The Child Within

child of the past, angels, guardians, spiritual, innocence

Listen to the shrill child within. we are still in possession of what we were so hidden within this child of light down there somewhere covered up deep behind those eyes once filled with beauty. it was OK to be you. but, when you listened to the lies the world told you it took away … Continue reading The Child Within


men, women, power, influence, differences, life, relationships

her relationship with common man was simpatico; resting together like butterflies upon flowers in a field of dreams fluttering their wings in the morning sun. her power usurped by its own femininity was that simple. in strict manner of ipso facto 'the secret of life became no more than living it'. yet, she unwittingly lived … Continue reading Simpatico

Crap shoot in Vegas

crap shoot in vegas, poetry, steven humphreys

Throughout your fellow travels lonely road mysteries and faulty babble friends and family squabbles sitting at tables squeak and wobble telling tall fables and stories sun-dried glory egos tiny and humongous barge in on souls amongst us like a well drink soused crap shoot losing spree in Vegas uncle drives away in his smoking rattle trap car forever … Continue reading Crap shoot in Vegas

Is poetry written by madmen?

Is poetry written by madmen, steven humphreys, poem

The maddest of the maddest surround us with books and pens not sharp bloody knives like cutting poetry sliced poems and wicked prose stacked up high against the wall of metaphorical delights alphabetically right morally tight you might ask when we smell a rose with our weary nose it is in fact a rose because we … Continue reading Is poetry written by madmen?

An alien walks amongst us

an alien amongst us, poetry, steven humphreys

The walking stick walks the old man over bumps on the sidewalk his canine leads him very well the old lady watches man and dog hobble from past to future trapped in time no one remembers except for that lady standing over there for those who would remember are all gone except an alien walks amongst us … Continue reading An alien walks amongst us

Rain is falling

rain falls mainly in maine, poetry, steven humphreys

rain is falling mainly in Maine Peaks reddening suffering aching watering eyes sedentary plains open mischief disinherited immortality cry from L.A. a banshee's decree immediate woes perfidious is this world fastidious are those unworthy terror rises the calico cat smiles scratching 'Oh my dear! what shall we do?' bow wow meow tweet moo guffaw the sounds the … Continue reading Rain is falling

Walking at Midnight

walking at midnight, poetry

Walking at midnight with a hoe in your hand black and white the grim October harvester cometh you know yourself well enough to take to someone in their understanding doing almost swiftly with your life like that chicken sandwich in the other hand (with a bite out of it) be the sandwich look it straight in the eye … Continue reading Walking at Midnight